hello king
Hey, what's happenin'?
It's been a minute, huh? I'm just hollerin'
How you doin?
It's been a minute since I seen ya, I fell off of the scene
Cause it seem like you wanted other things than the king
Why you fightin', fussin', cussin', and disagreein' with the king?
When you got cribs, cars, bling, and a king with the king?
Is the grass as green as it seemed in ya dreams
Are you gettin' all the things that you needed and I ain't bring
It satisfy your self-esteem bein' seen on the screen?
Is this new nigga the real thing or is just a little fling?
Did he buy a nice bracelet and get you a little ring
Or give you the attention and all of the little things?
He know what to do with the stuff that you stuff in them little jeans?
Do he stand up and lean in it 'til you start screamin'
Or smack your ass and kiss your g-string to start eatin?
You get how you need it, not only when it's convenient
I just pick up the phone and call you every week or two
To let you know I miss you and see how that nigga treatin' you
I remember morning, noon, and night I used to hold you tight
I know we used to fuss and fight
But I'm just calling to say, "Hello, hello baby"
See time has its own funny way of keeping us close
Even though we never stayed, together
I just wanted to say, "Hello, hello baby"
Hello? Ay, it's me
Hey, what's happenin'? How ya doin'? I know plenty of niggas pursuin'
Them panties, all for the screwin', fly you down to Miami
Let you walk the red carpet when I'm out at the Grammys
But I'm what he can never be, a boss, understand me?
You pose and take pictures of things he buy for ya
He got you roses, but that don't mean that he'll die for ya
Hey, maybe I got too much pride to cry for ya
But not too much to call you and tell you that I adore ya
And tell you how I'm missin you, lovin' you and kissin' you
I think about the good old days and wanna visit you
This song I'd like to listen to whenever reminisicin' you
You, stay on my mind, never mind how I picture you
Think about the past and all the time that I spent witchu
Rubbin' on that ass from behind as I dig in you
Never been a doubt in my mind that I was diggin' you
How I love you shorty, you'll never find another nigga to
Every now and then I think of you
And I can't lie I be wantin' you
But I understand that I'm not your man
And I also know that the future's not in your hands
So every now and then I'll call you
To say, "How you doin'?" and, "Baby I miss you, girl"
This is just to say, "Hello, hello baby"